Chapter 671 Chapter of Youth
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Lao Zuo
It seems that they have never seen such a powerful negotiation.
The referee's hands reaching out to his pockets changed to stroking, to make himself look less embarrassed.
Of course, the Italian team still got a free kick in a good position.
Pirlo stood in front of the ball with Montolivo, and after explaining a few words, they retreated slowly.
Lampard, Terry and Welbeck formed a symbolic human wall.
Everyone thought Peel Road would take the free kick.
After all, this ball is on the left side of the penalty area, 29 meters away from the goal. It is hard to imagine that other than him will be punished.
When Montolivo approached the run, Terry's eyes were still fixed on Pirlo.
Even the other players in the penalty area did not make any moves.
Joha, he even clapped his hands, ready to wait for the kickoff.
But at this moment, the world in Lindy's eyes suddenly changed color, and the red siren sounded loudly again.
The scarlet shot took off from the penalty spot of the free kick, rubbed against the standing Terry's head, and flew directly into the goal.
very... silky...
Lindy suddenly had a bad feeling, why didn't Terry jump? ? ?
Before he could react, the state of [God's Prediction] was lifted.
And Montolivo is already close to football, but everyone's attention still seems to be on Pirlo.
In the next second, Lindy let go of Balotelli, who he was in charge of defending.
Turn around and rush towards the goal.
Just when the others were still in a daze.
"Oh!"
Before the English team's human wall could react, the football had already flew towards the goal against their heads.
Joe Hart, who was slightly disturbed by his vision, did not see this scene.
In his eyes, only Lin Difei was flying in the air.
"Lin... shot... Lindy blocked Montolivo's shot!"
"Ouch, this ball is too dangerous!"
After a short period of surprise, Lao Huang finally reacted.
"The Italian team's free kick tactics, Pirlo is just a cover!"
"It was Montolivo who really shot!"
"The football was played very well, but I don't know why Lindy discovered it."
"Straight away!"
"Just a little bit, Joe Hart didn't even make a save!"
Many of the England fans in the stands lost a few gray hairs in an instant, which was really scary.
The teammates rushed to Lindy directly: "Lin, thanks to you!"
Joe Hart even gave Lindy a slap in the face.
That scene just now almost frightened his heart out.
Up to now, it is still jumping like "Plop! Plop!"
Almost equalized!
Lindy felt that there were countless big hands frantically touching his head. Do these guys want to die?
After everyone dispersed slowly, his cropped head had become a chicken coop.
Of course, this scene was invisible to Irene.
After all, football games are very exciting, and Lindy only allows her to watch the highlights after the game.
But Lindy's hairstyle is completely ruined now, and his teammates are more aggressive than when they were assisting.
After all, I was really taken aback.
"That's enough, if you masturbate again, I'll be bald!" Lindy slapped off a few unsatisfied hands.
Only then did the crowd spread away with a smile, but there was a bit of fear in everyone's smiles.
Rubbing Lindy's head was just to vent his inner anxiety.
Hodgson on the sidelines looked expressionless, watching the game with a serious face.
But his right hand still unconsciously covered his chest.
One can imagine how nervous he was just now.
Italy's corner kick was not very threatening, and Maguire, who was jokingly called "air defense head" by England fans, easily ejected the ball.
Bashen behind him looked at the tall figure in front of him with a strange expression.
The game continues.
Hodgson is already considering personnel adjustments.
The current situation seems to be dominated by England, but Italy's two consecutive counterattacks just now showed him what is called a big game.
Yes, Hodgson wants to defend a wave.
But the situation on the field changed again.
The game time is 42 minutes.
Ashley Young missed a pass on the left and gave Italy another chance.
This time, Shuangde's reaction was quick.
But Pirlo was faster and gave the ball directly to Montolivo.
After the double-dude interception failed, only Lindy was left in England's midfielder.
De Rossi and Marchisio ran past Lindy from left to right.
But Lindy didn't move. There were Terry and Lescott behind him, and Walcott on the right was also rushing back to defend.
The biggest threat now is Montolivo, who is advancing with the ball.
The elegant Italian midfielder just glanced at Lindy before continuing to dribble.
Lindy saw that something was wrong with this guy early in the morning, and stared at him more than once during the game.
"Damn it, I don't like men!"
Lindy tackled Montolivo.
The latter seemed to be waiting for Lindy.
Marseille roundabout!
Just passed Lindy!
There was a burst of cheers at the scene, and Hodgson immediately stood up from the coach's bench.
England's midfield breached?
Montoli Walton felt that his eyes were empty, and the mountain that had been pressing down on the midfield disappeared.
accelerate!
Wanton!
Chic!
Italy's most outstanding midfielder core in recent years, now suddenly has a breakthrough in mood.
Looking at Montolivo rushing forward, Pirlo smiled knowingly.
"This kid!"
However, his face suddenly changed.
The white figure caught up again at a speed far exceeding Montolivo's.
Without waiting for his teammates to remind him, he also felt that there seemed to be someone behind him.
But before he could react, he flew up.
"Why so fast?"
In the next second, the football has been lost.
Seeing Montolivo's chic dribbling, Lindy was deeply moved.
He wants to do it again!
After stealing the ball, Lindy turned around and counterattacked!
【Burst trip】
hurricane!
Rush!
Everyone only felt Lindy's charge.
But the old horse narrowed his eyes slightly, and he felt something different.
Lindy's running figure is a bit like his solo dash after stealing in the midfield.
Lindy, who was running wildly, only had victory in his heart.
Only the goal is left in my eyes!
champion?
Golden Globes?
Curse?
Get out of here!
He wants to give full play to his strength once!
Pirlo is following him to intercept.
Lindy swung his right foot and lowered his shoulders.
His body accelerated to overtake from Pirlo's left!
Keep going!
Pirlo stretched out his feet and was about to stir, but Lindy had already rushed over.
After passing the middle circle, a group of blue-shirted players are chasing behind Lindy, and four defenders are retreating rapidly in front of him.
And Gerrard, Lampard, Welbeck and Rooney are frantically looking for positions.
But Lindy saw something different.
It's an opportunity!
He wants to try.
He wants to create the most exciting chapter in his youth!
......
The referee's hands reaching out to his pockets changed to stroking, to make himself look less embarrassed.
Of course, the Italian team still got a free kick in a good position.
Pirlo stood in front of the ball with Montolivo, and after explaining a few words, they retreated slowly.
Lampard, Terry and Welbeck formed a symbolic human wall.
Everyone thought Peel Road would take the free kick.
After all, this ball is on the left side of the penalty area, 29 meters away from the goal. It is hard to imagine that other than him will be punished.
When Montolivo approached the run, Terry's eyes were still fixed on Pirlo.
Even the other players in the penalty area did not make any moves.
Joha, he even clapped his hands, ready to wait for the kickoff.
But at this moment, the world in Lindy's eyes suddenly changed color, and the red siren sounded loudly again.
The scarlet shot took off from the penalty spot of the free kick, rubbed against the standing Terry's head, and flew directly into the goal.
very... silky...
Lindy suddenly had a bad feeling, why didn't Terry jump? ? ?
Before he could react, the state of [God's Prediction] was lifted.
And Montolivo is already close to football, but everyone's attention still seems to be on Pirlo.
In the next second, Lindy let go of Balotelli, who he was in charge of defending.
Turn around and rush towards the goal.
Just when the others were still in a daze.
"Oh!"
Before the English team's human wall could react, the football had already flew towards the goal against their heads.
Joe Hart, who was slightly disturbed by his vision, did not see this scene.
In his eyes, only Lin Difei was flying in the air.
"Lin... shot... Lindy blocked Montolivo's shot!"
"Ouch, this ball is too dangerous!"
After a short period of surprise, Lao Huang finally reacted.
"The Italian team's free kick tactics, Pirlo is just a cover!"
"It was Montolivo who really shot!"
"The football was played very well, but I don't know why Lindy discovered it."
"Straight away!"
"Just a little bit, Joe Hart didn't even make a save!"
Many of the England fans in the stands lost a few gray hairs in an instant, which was really scary.
The teammates rushed to Lindy directly: "Lin, thanks to you!"
Joe Hart even gave Lindy a slap in the face.
That scene just now almost frightened his heart out.
Up to now, it is still jumping like "Plop! Plop!"
Almost equalized!
Lindy felt that there were countless big hands frantically touching his head. Do these guys want to die?
After everyone dispersed slowly, his cropped head had become a chicken coop.
Of course, this scene was invisible to Irene.
After all, football games are very exciting, and Lindy only allows her to watch the highlights after the game.
But Lindy's hairstyle is completely ruined now, and his teammates are more aggressive than when they were assisting.
After all, I was really taken aback.
"That's enough, if you masturbate again, I'll be bald!" Lindy slapped off a few unsatisfied hands.
Only then did the crowd spread away with a smile, but there was a bit of fear in everyone's smiles.
Rubbing Lindy's head was just to vent his inner anxiety.
Hodgson on the sidelines looked expressionless, watching the game with a serious face.
But his right hand still unconsciously covered his chest.
One can imagine how nervous he was just now.
Italy's corner kick was not very threatening, and Maguire, who was jokingly called "air defense head" by England fans, easily ejected the ball.
Bashen behind him looked at the tall figure in front of him with a strange expression.
The game continues.
Hodgson is already considering personnel adjustments.
The current situation seems to be dominated by England, but Italy's two consecutive counterattacks just now showed him what is called a big game.
Yes, Hodgson wants to defend a wave.
But the situation on the field changed again.
The game time is 42 minutes.
Ashley Young missed a pass on the left and gave Italy another chance.
This time, Shuangde's reaction was quick.
But Pirlo was faster and gave the ball directly to Montolivo.
After the double-dude interception failed, only Lindy was left in England's midfielder.
De Rossi and Marchisio ran past Lindy from left to right.
But Lindy didn't move. There were Terry and Lescott behind him, and Walcott on the right was also rushing back to defend.
The biggest threat now is Montolivo, who is advancing with the ball.
The elegant Italian midfielder just glanced at Lindy before continuing to dribble.
Lindy saw that something was wrong with this guy early in the morning, and stared at him more than once during the game.
"Damn it, I don't like men!"
Lindy tackled Montolivo.
The latter seemed to be waiting for Lindy.
Marseille roundabout!
Just passed Lindy!
There was a burst of cheers at the scene, and Hodgson immediately stood up from the coach's bench.
England's midfield breached?
Montoli Walton felt that his eyes were empty, and the mountain that had been pressing down on the midfield disappeared.
accelerate!
Wanton!
Chic!
Italy's most outstanding midfielder core in recent years, now suddenly has a breakthrough in mood.
Looking at Montolivo rushing forward, Pirlo smiled knowingly.
"This kid!"
However, his face suddenly changed.
The white figure caught up again at a speed far exceeding Montolivo's.
Without waiting for his teammates to remind him, he also felt that there seemed to be someone behind him.
But before he could react, he flew up.
"Why so fast?"
In the next second, the football has been lost.
Seeing Montolivo's chic dribbling, Lindy was deeply moved.
He wants to do it again!
After stealing the ball, Lindy turned around and counterattacked!
【Burst trip】
hurricane!
Rush!
Everyone only felt Lindy's charge.
But the old horse narrowed his eyes slightly, and he felt something different.
Lindy's running figure is a bit like his solo dash after stealing in the midfield.
Lindy, who was running wildly, only had victory in his heart.
Only the goal is left in my eyes!
champion?
Golden Globes?
Curse?
Get out of here!
He wants to give full play to his strength once!
Pirlo is following him to intercept.
Lindy swung his right foot and lowered his shoulders.
His body accelerated to overtake from Pirlo's left!
Keep going!
Pirlo stretched out his feet and was about to stir, but Lindy had already rushed over.
After passing the middle circle, a group of blue-shirted players are chasing behind Lindy, and four defenders are retreating rapidly in front of him.
And Gerrard, Lampard, Welbeck and Rooney are frantically looking for positions.
But Lindy saw something different.
It's an opportunity!
He wants to try.
He wants to create the most exciting chapter in his youth!
......
